AZPreacher_sl
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Okay I must confess to selling crack cocaine. It started my 2nd day out of the hole. A man that I called dad brought me a stash and told me that if I ever wanted to come home I had to sell it in a day. At first it was easy. I got everyone around me to buy some, but then the heat started to pay attention. My new friends were slowly taken away and never came back. Then new people would show up and no matter what I seemed to do the heat kept watching me. I found out their schedules of shift changes and tried to pay them off but my offerings were just taken away and not of them listened to me. From time to time they would take me from my room and thrust me on some woman that would cry when she saw me. I didn't know what to do, I wanted to go home but just couldn't make dad happy enough to let me go home. That's why I was adopted from the maternity ward.